Mercy Street (2016–2017): Season 1, Episode 2 - The Haversack - full transcript

I'm miss Phinney. Poor thing was
recently widowed...

Yes, Dr. Hale,
I'm aware.

No need to be ashamed
of your inexperience.

This is
my family's hotel.

You are the one
who doesn't belong.

Rent is payable upon
your pledging the loyalty oath.

Ah, that's a pesky thing,
isn't it?

This will not
be tolerated.
It was not
a surgical procedure.

Your authorization
was not required.

I got you something.
A bird.

For when you want to fly away.



I demand you get
to all of these men.

We have started
building coffins.

We got bodies.
They got boxes.

You've no idea what you're
signing up for, do you?

Careful not to split
the pine now.

Even Jesus had
a weak spot for the ladies.

You heard of Mary Magdalene?

She wasn't no nun.

Hush now!

Uh, off to fetch
the morning meals, miss.

Isabella, water closet?

Down the hall, miss Mary.

Pardon us, Mr. green.

More men coming down every day.



We're gonna end this thing soon.

"Cowards do not count in battle.

They are there,
but are not in it."

Euripides.

I never put much stock
in the Greeks.

Let me guess.
You're miffed with me.

I saw you yesterday
with the federals,

you and brother.

It saddens me to think
that the men in this family...

That you would...
That we would what?

If we are not loyal
to the confederacy, father,

then we are traitors.

Is that not so?

I am loyal to the confederacy.

By doing business
with the enemy?

We're not doing business
with them. That's...

And commiserating
with these invaders?

We are putting them in boxes!

I have every faith that,
before long,

these blue bastards
will smell Southern powder

and feel Southern steel.

In the meantime,
I will not allow

everything that I have built

and everything your grandfather
and his father built

to be taken away, destroyed.

You're young.

Absolute.

Someday, you'll see the world
in more than two colors.

If that is your brand
of loyalty, I have my own.

And I shall pursue it, no
matter what you or mother say.

My goodness.

This rebelliousness,
where does it come from?

I've been told it's in my blood.

You raised us to be charitable

and to care for
the less fortunate.

What better way to do that

than by ministering
to our wounded boys?

Your father and I
will discuss it.

And today?

May I go today?

Emma! Wait!

Are you off to the hospital?

They approved?

They accepted,
for the time being.

Will you ask for tom again?

Alice... About tom.

Please, ask again.

Oh. Wait.

I must have a red ribbon.

I have white already.

It's weathered, but it'll do,

and I need red, because red...

Red and white is what the girls
have decided to wear

as a secret sign of support
for the rebellion.

How convenient.

It also goes with
your favorite dress.

Well, I may have had some
influence over the color choice.

Do you have any?

I sent Belinda to the store,
but it was shuttered.

When I come back.

I must run
before they change their mind.

Give it back!
Give what back?

What's the trouble here?

This reprobate stole my leg!

What would I want
with a piece of rotten wood?

Use it for a club?
Make a fire?

Stick it in your feckin' eye?!

Soldier, return his prosthesis.

But, miss, I...
Soldier!

That leg is army-issued,

which means you are stealing

from the United States
government.

Stop your moaning, beechum.

We all got our burdens to bear.

At least you got two legs
to bear it on.

May I help you?
Um, yes, miss, if you would.

Um, I'm, uh...
My name is...

This is
Mr. Percival Squivers,

a volunteer cadet
from the medical academy.

This is miss Phinney.

I'm meant to observe
and offer what assistance
I can. Thank you.

Gonna fix this place right up,
ain't that so, Mr. Squivers?

I have two years as apprentice
under Dr. pelham

of fredericksburg
and a year at the academy.

Oh, well, no need
to impress me, Mr. Squivers.

It says here
you already have the job.

Yes, of course.
Thank you.

I'm told to report to, uh...

Dr. hale?

Yes, precisely.
Thank you.

Stop thanking me,
Mr. Squivers.

Miss Phinney!

A moment, please.

Thank you, nurse Mary.

Matron Brannan,
how can I help you?

What is corporal kilner's
status?

Been here three days,
and we're short on beds.

Yes, I know. I...

You're to be the queen
of all nurses,

you'll need to keep up.

I'm waiting on Dr. hale.

Dr. hale?
Is he not on the floor?

I don't know where to find him.

No, you wouldn't.

But alas, I would.

Dr. hale!

Is he here?

Is he here?!

Miss Hastings!

Little miss hoity-toity.

Miss Hastings!

Yes, matron Brannan?

Do ask the good doctor

if he might grace us with
his presence in the ward.

The good what?
Why would you presume to...

Ah, just because
I'm an old widow

don't mean I've got mush
for brains.

Don't. Stop it.

Now.

Byron!

Go to work!

And remember,
you treat that Sauerkraut

with nothing but acerbity
and disdain.

Miss Phinney?
But why?

Go and do it.

Tell me how you came to be here.

Uh... Horses?

Yes.

N-n-n-n-nine.

M-m-m-mud
on the r-r-r-r-road.

Smelling of b-b-b-b-bay...
Ham.

B-b-b-b-bacon.

I-I'm sorry. I...

Rest now, corporal.

I'll be back to see you soon.

Um...

Yes.

Uh, I'll just wait over here.
Thank you.

Who's the beanpole?

Mr. Squivers,
a medical cadet.

Hmm.

I had some reservations
about Dr. hale's assessment.

Did you?

I did.
Mm.

And I felt I could
no longer wait...

How forward.

Is that how miss Dix instructs
her nurses to behave?

I hope we have not gotten off
on the wrong foot.

The corporal has a condition
known as expressive aphemia.

I'm not familiar with that.

A fellow in France
named Pierre Paul broca

has been studying
brain function.

I worked with him
before the war.

He's had a number of patients
like this man, kilner...

Skull wounds
followed by aphemia...

Who turned out to have
convolutions of the brain,

requiring...

Requiring you
to unhand my patient.

Dr. hale.

Ah, nurse Mary, how do you do?

I mean, uh,
most disappointed, baroness.

Most disappointed.

Pardon?

This man has a mild,
superficial laceration.

His symptoms, such as they are,

the chattery gobbledygook,
et cetera, are manufactured.

A cowardly malingerer,

he should be shipped back
to the nearest battlefield

as soon as his ailment
has healed if not before.

Before he is healed?

I believe he has
a neurological deficit

that may require trephination
and draining.

Are you serious, man?

Do you think he also
has evil spirits that
need to be released?

Surely,
you are aware of the...
oh, I'm aware.

I am also aware
of unicorns and mermaids.

But I'm beginning to wonder,
Dr. foster,

if you are the one
with the deficit.

Uh, are you aware of his breath?

Whiskey.

Excuse us.

And, uh, miss Phinney,

many of the men have not
been fed since yesterday.

We need to see to that.
Yes, doctor.

The French have determined...

Oh, we look to
the French now, do we?

They eat frogs, you know.

Uh, so do we, I believe.

Miss Phinney!
Here we go.

Where is that, exactly?

To your meeting.

My what, sir?

Oh, yes, I've been directed
to arrange one

by your good friend,
the dragon, miss Dix.

A meeting?
Not surprising,

knowing miss dix's fondness
for hot air and hierarchy.

She is the wife
no man ever wanted.

Sir,
you need to acquaint yourself

with current theories
of head trauma and aphemia.
I am well-acquainted,

but I see no reason to put
a hole in that man's head

when what he needs
is a kick in the ass

back to the nearest battlefield.

Then allow me
to do the procedure.
I will not.

You are not authorized
to do a trephination.

Not on him,
and not on a coconut.

Look, don't we want
the same thing, hmm?

What's best for the patient?

Speak to me not in riddles, man.

Leave him be.

You should not have intervened
in the first place.

Ladies, it is my intention

to bring all of our needs
and goals together

and give voice
to the nursing staff as a group.

Have you nursed before?

Aside from a few screeching
nephews and your dead husband?

I have no claim to expertise.

But I have been charged
with overseeing

the nursing in this hospital,

and I am eager
and capable to do that.

Making sure that we do
the best job possible together

to provide the finest treatment
for the boys.

Yes, but why you?

I petitioned miss Dix for
placement. She sent me here.

Anyone else who would like
to go to her

to become an official army nurse
is also free to do so.

Uh...

Miss green?

This is the nurses' meeting?

Union nurses, miss.

The confederate boys
are patients.

I'm their nurse.

Please. Proceed.

I intend to address
a wide array of matters...

Diet, letter writing,

attending to the doctors
as they need help.

I would ask that you,
miss Hastings,

be charged with training us all
in wound dressing

as you are
so clearly expert at it.

I have a question, miss Phinney.

Will you see to it
that the confederate boys

are treated fairly and equally?

Pardon me, your eminence. I see
you've got this under control.

Miss green, you are a volunteer,

allowed to be here

only by the good graces
of the United States...

That's all right, matron.

As long as they are here,
we will do our best for them.

But I will not lie to you.

Never at the expense
of a union soldier.

Hmmph!

That is cold comfort, miss.

It is, isn't it?
Quite cold.

What a disaster.

Bah, they'll get used
to having someone above them...

Someday.
After the war is over.

Ah, nurse Mary, you are found.

Did you meet
with Dr. hale?

He said to stick by your side.

Bully for me.

Matron, I noted,

as did Dr. foster in his
inimitably collegial way,

that the morning meals
were late and sparse.
Were they now?

I wonder if it would not be
too forward of me

to offer my perspective
on the dietary need.

The steward, Mr. bullen,
does as he deems fit,

given the challenges
and supplies at hand.

I understand.
You've got god and miss Dix
on your side, dear.

Do as you deem fit.

You don't want to see
Mr. Bullen, miss.

Yes, I do.

No.
No, you don't.

I'm quite certain I do.

Here we go
to see Mr. Bullen.

Come, Squivers.

Come.

Oh, you scared me,
Mr. Bullen.

Silas.

Silas is fine.

We're friends now, ain't we?

That's what you want us to be,
friends?

I want your help, yes.

Seeing as you know
how things work,

well, how property move
from place to place.

You know, I...

I got this.

And a little money, too,
so I could pay you.

It a bird.

Pretty, ain't it?

For your missus, maybe?

I got no missus.

I haven't gotten any information
for you yet,

since the last time
you asked me, but I will, soon.

I'd be obliged for anything.

Well, even if I could just
get some word.

A girl like you
in a town like this.

I want to help you.

I do.

You need a friend to help you,
protect you.

I reckon I do.

And a man like me...

Well...

Any man gets lonely.

Nothing wrong with two people
helping each other,

ain't that right?

Long as it stays between us.

Please.

We shouldn't.

It wrong, sir.

You want my friendship,
don't you?

That death house is no place
for an innocent girl.

Death house?
It's the mansion house hotel.

Not anymore, it isn't.

The physicians there look upon
nurses as their natural prey.

Patients are exposed
from... from head to toe.

The more time
our Emma spends there,

the less innocence
there will be to preserve.

How many compromises
must we make?

I am the one making the most.
Trust me on that.

Every day,
I make compromises with myself.

It won't last.

These Yankee warmongers
will soon realize

you cannot start a war
to save a union.

And until then,
you will do what?

Just dance around
their loyalty oath?

Eventually,
you will have to sign,

or we will have to flee.

It won't come to that.

I promise.

James.

We can bear whatever we have to,

but what about our children?

Are you sure, tom?

No visitors at all?

Not even Alice?

You tell her I'm here?

No, no.
I told you, I wouldn't.

I'm sorry.

It's only that,
right now, like this,

she'll think me weak for having
been captured

or, worse even...
A coward,

shirking my duty.

She won't think that.
No one will.

You don't know.

You can't know.

I looked into the eyes of a boy

I would have shared bark juice
with last year.

And instead, I...

Shot him...

Through the skull.

Miss green?

Tom.

I was wondering how your
appetite was progressing.

He's well, chaplain.

Oh.
I was under the impression...

Now I am here.

Tom will be my responsibility.

I'm sure you have union men
to care for.

The lord does not recognize
uniforms, miss.

God be with you, tom.

Don't trust them.

Not even holy Joe.

I heard a Yankee boy had
his mother's heirloom cabbaged

right out of his boot
where he'd hid it.

Here.

Keep it for me.

You have to.

Let me talk to the matron.
I'll ask her to make sure...

No, she'll lie.

They all lie.

It's got
all my trappings inside...

Letters, a tintype from Alice,
my father's pipe.

You remember papa?

He was a fine man, your father.

Please, ems, hold it for me...

Till I'm better.

Miss?

Are you Mr. Bullen?

Abel melcher, the bean boiler.

Miss Phinney is a new lady nurse
sent from the army.

She hasn't eaten since
yesterday. Well, we were hop...

Missed her gruel?

We'll get something to you,
miss, as soon as we can.

You are Mr. Bullen?

Yes, m'lady.

I wish to address both you
and Mr. Melcher on a matter.

Address us?

Wounded soldiers
should not be kept waiting

for their sustenance.

It's commonly accepted
that nutrition is vital...

Pardon me.

Bad taste in my mouth.

Is vital for convalescing men.

And what do you think is vital
for, uh...

Interfering strumpets?

I would ask that you attend
to your words, Mr. Bullen.

My words is my words,
and this is my kitchen.

And those men upstairs
are my patients.

Our patients, truly.

Then get to them, then!

You know the way up.

Where did all this come from?

You got no business here,
miss Phinney.

Don't come down again.

I insist you answer!

Go on now, you damn bitch!

Please!
Dirty whore!

Mary...
You have no right, sir!

Nurse Mary!
No right!

Hey, boss. All right.
Boss, that's enough.

Easy, easy now.

It ain't worth all this.

Miss, you'll wait till dinner.

Next time, don't be late.

Boy, you get the patient grub
when you get it.

Now, take this fine lady

back up to the wards
where she belongs.

Um, miss, are you all right?

I will fetch you something
from... Somewhere.

Not down there.

Here.

You are very generous.

You rest.

I'll check on you in a bit.

Orderly?

Nurse?

Yes, soldier?

Two days.

Haven't ate in two days.

Please.

Just bring some food.

You ain't wearing the necklace.

It too pretty for every day.

You got troubles, don't you?

Aw, same as anyone, I guess.

There's a man named Miller
I know, free man from Brooklyn.

He's working to help runaways.

I'm free already.

Don't need nothing but work
hard, keep my eyes down.

Hey...
If you ever did need something,

well, here I be.

Now, we all could use a hand
now and again.

"We"?

Who "we"?

You from some fancy house
in Philadelphia?

You in school,
dressed in fine clothes,

never beat, ever sold?

Ain't that right,
Mr. diggs?

Now, where I come from...

seen things, heard things,
done some things.

Ain't no "we," thank you.

And I don't need nothing.

Not from a man named Miller
and not from you.

Home so soon?

We're having a sewing circle.

Care to join us?

I just had to fetch something.

I must get back to the ward.

Emma?

You know, a parent can feel
proud and angry at a child

for the very same reason.

It's true.

Someday you'll have children,
and you'll see.

Jimmy: The peninsula will be
the end of it, father.

Those yellow dogs
will never get to Richmond.

Where's your cane?

I was waiting for you to notice.

See how much better my walk is?

You should use a cane.

Ex-excuse me, sir.

This... this is Ben Cooper,
my nephew.

He got something
he wants to say.

Ever since I come up here,
i-i feel like a new man.

Now I got you and my uncle
to thank for that.

You do a good job, boy,
work hard.

That's how you're gonna earn
the freedom

this war's gonna get you.

Yes, sir.

We'll get back at it now.

Excuse me, sir.

Why say that to him?

After this war is done,
slavery will remain.

Isn't that the whole point?

For cotton farmers
and plantation owners, perhaps,

but for us?

Furniture makers?
Businessmen?

We don't need it, Jimmy.

It's time we reckon with that.

Mr. green!
Yanks coming up the road.

Where...
Where is it?

Tom! Tom!

Where is it?!

You stole my father's watch,
you blue devils!

Where is it?!
Easy, tom!

No one has taken
anything from you!

You lying scoundrels,
all of you!

Aah!

Leave him.
You're making it worse.

I may need a doctor myself.

Tom, tom, tom! Tom!

Tom, your things are safe.

The watch is at my house,
in my room.

Now, be peaceful.

This man is disturbed.

He needs to be under
constant observation.

You're agitating him.
He's calm now.

Miss, you need to understand.
Your friend is a danger to
himself and to others.

Truly, he is not!

He is coming for us all!

No stopping him!

And more right behind!

I have seen the elephant!

Better, miss?

Stifling in here.
Quite.

What do they say at the academy
about ward ventilation?

Uh...
Ward ventilation?

They say it's important, I bet.

Uncirculated air, effluvia...

They can deepen illness,
maybe even spread it.

But somebody sealed
these windows shut.

What we need is a constant
supply of fresh air.

Let me try getting
some of these unsealed.

Dr. berenson of Philadelphia
was a very good teacher.

And a good man.

Miss Phinney, come along!

Should I find Dr. hale?
Come!

It's corporal Kilner.

Oh, dear.

Red u-u-under...
Under way.

Come! Remember!

Remember!

Ran away from subscriber

on the night of Monday,
the 12th, march.

Negro male named Ben Cooper,
30 years of age,

5'7" high, of dark color,
heavy in the chest.

And upon his body,
several lashes,

both old and new of the whip.

One straight down the back.

$150.

Prices running low down south?

I've been dispatched from my
employer to retrieve this man.

He was accused
of stealing property.

By which you mean
stealing himself.

And his clothes, his shoes.

May have took a saddle, too.

Gentlemen, you have no authority

to assist the return
of this man.

He is free in Alexandria.

Well, he ain't in Carolina.

We're not in Carolina.

Mr. green,
we'll handle our business.

You handle yours.

Make sure there's no such man
on the floor.

Go now, be certain.

Most of my employees
are freeborn.

As for the contraband, we're
very careful about who we hire.

We'll see for ourselves.

As soon as my son returns.

Now.

Hey! Hey!

I was freed in Tennessee!

I got papers, I swear!

It ain't him.

I told you, he's not here.

Get moving!

That boy's somewhere
in this nigger-loving town.

Lionel took the boy home.

Ben says he did nothing wrong,

claims he's the same
as any other contraband.

Indeed, he is,
in that he's meant to be free.

Um, so, uh, you're
going to do what?

Bore a small hole in his skull
to help relieve the pressure.

Yes, I know what trephination
is, but, um, um, what?

Hold this.

A bit more ether.

We don't want him waking up
in the middle.

How's that?
Good enough.

All right, Squivers, I'm going
to put the tip here on his head.

Cadet down!

Move him away.

Oh, dear.
Isabella, tend to him.

That's what you get these days
from a higher education.

Shall I find a doctor to assist?

You do it.

Ask yourself,
"what would Dix do?"

If Dr. hale finds out...

I'm almost done with this place.
No need to worry for me.

I was thinking of myself,
actually.

Well, this boy has
no time to wait.

Hold his head.

Are you trembling?

I've missed my medicine today.

I'll be all right.

Be prepared.
This may bleed a bit.

Yes.
I expect so.

His conduct impinges on the
functioning of this hospital.

The situation is intolerable.

Foster is an excellent doctor.

Attila was an excellent general.

Not your sort of fellow.
Noted. Carry on, Samuel.

Can't shave when you talk, sir.

I have not worked
all of these years

to be disrespected
by a civilian doctor.
Hale.

Hale, can you not see
that I am under the knife?

You have your way, hale.
He has his.

You are an efficient
and pragmatic surgeon.

He is of a more
experimental inclination.

There's room for both
your methods here.

What about this nursing
conflagration?

Miss Phinney is fine.

She's... well, she's lovely,
in fact.

But if you allow her
to have authority,

miss Hastings
is apt to murder her or you

or me or all of us.

My advice would be
to leave the women

to work it out
amongst themselves.

Dr. Sam,
resume the procedure.

Yes, sir.

I must report
a grievous atrocity!

They're going to do what?

A trephination, sir.

Uh-huh.
You see what I mean?

The French put it in his head.

Nothing but trouble,
the damn French.

He killed him.

It should only take a moment.

What the hell's
going on, foster?

I will tell you presently.

Can you hear me, corporal?

Doc?

Where are you, son?

Hospital.

In answer to your question,
major,

we have just saved
this man's life.

Part of my job description.

Is Dr. hale's
somehow different?

We'll get them
to leave Ben alone.

And after that, we must get them
to leave us alone.

Harkins: You are in no position
to demand anything, sir.

When I was in Indian territory,

we shot runaway redskins
on sight.

Alexandria is not
Indian territory.

No, and here in
union-occupied territory,

it is my business, not yours,

whether to help recapture
escaped slaves.

It's mine, too,
when it impinges on...

How do I put it...
My business.

You're a southerner.

I should think you would
sympathize with our efforts

to maintain relations
with our confederate brethren.

You may want to start

by refraining
from slaughtering them.

Sir, Negroes are free
in Alexandria.

Your law, not ours,
but I abide by it willingly.

Transitions can be difficult.

Growing pains and all that.

Even so,
we have a deal, captain.

It should exempt me
and my employees

from arbitrary harassment.

You think war
is a game you can play at?

It is not, sir.

Nothing can be dependent on,
including your attempt

to carve out a special place
for yourself here.

So, the greater question
you must ask yourself is this...

Which side are you on?

Because very soon, sir,
you will have to choose.

Just what do you think
you're doing?

Trying to improve
the ventilation in the ward,

miss Hastings.

On whose authority?

Oh!

I saw a light,
maybe it was a tunnel,

and, uh, uh,
there was a figure there...

Beseeching me.

It was probably Dr. Foster
begging you to go away.

It was, uh...
So haunting.

You're fine now, Mr. Squivers.
You'll be fine.

Presumptuous, officious,
manipulative.

May I help you?

You are not only pompous,

but now you are aiding
that renegade doctor

in usurping Dr. Hale's authority
as chief operating surgeon.

That was not by design.
I know what you're up to.

I was raised on the streets of east London.
You can't hoodwink a hoodwinker.

Sorry?
You come here
with your Yankee charms

and your abolitionist
seductions.

This will not stand.

Miss Hastings, I assure you,

I respect and admire
your experience.
My experience?

And I look forward to learning
from your many years of...

I am not old, madam!

I only mean, I want what's best
for the boys, as do you,

as you did in the Crimea
with miss Nightingale.

You have a silvery tongue,
baroness Von olnhausen.

But Dix or no Dix,

I am the senior nurse
in this hospital,

and I'll not be done in

by some Dutch widow
with a twinkle in her eye.

Miss Hastings?

Please.
May I call you Anne?

I understand.

This has been your roost
to rule until now,

and I have interfered with that.

That was not my intention.

And if, as I suspect,
your temper is because you feel

your identity as a nurse
is all you have in this life,

well, so do I.

We are the same in that way.

We are women in a man's world.

Let us not make enemies
of each other.

What a heroic maneuver today.

Oh. Thank you,
miss Hastings.

Are you in pain?
Here, allow me.

You're so devoted to the men,

so committed to taking care of
them, but who takes care of you?

Well, my wife makes a go of it.

Of course.
Of course, she does.

Dr. foster?

Dr. summers
would see you now.

"Flouted procedure, et cetera.

Engaged in unauthorized
and inappropriate procedure.

Refused to perform others
in keeping with regulation."

Naughty, naughty surgeon.

You have not been playing well

with some of your
commissioned colleagues.

Dr. hale has a way
of bringing out the best in me.

He's prepared to submit this
to the surgeon general.

My contract's finished
next week, sir.

If you'll allow me
to complete my term...

I will not.

I want more.

I want you to stay beyond it.

Uncivilized environment,
hopeless wounds,

incompetent support,
an excess of work,

paltry compensation.

We offer every enticement.

But an unparalleled
medical opportunity.

I won't deny that part of me
wants to stay on.

There's work to do here,
work that matters.

But hale's right.

Eh.
I-I'm not
military material.

I bristle at the restrictions,
the hierarchy, the regulations.

Oh, good.

I'm sick of parrots
and lemmings,

so is surgeon general Hammond.

That's why he's instituted
a more stringent medical exam.

Take the test, continue on as
a full-fledged military doctor.

But there are
other factors, sir.

My wife, Eliza...

Oh.
There's always a wife.

I promised her we'd go out west.

She's got family
near redwood city.

Is that what you want,

curing rich people's
runny noses in California?

I don't believe I can persuade
her to stay in Alexandria.

That's not what I asked.

Well, think on it.

How's that brother of yours?

Evan, was it?

Ezra.

Mm. Furloughed,
or is he in it now?

In it,
fighting on the peninsula.

Godspeed to him.

Oh!

Miss green, I'm sorry,
I didn't...

Be more observant.
I will.

I will be extremely observant
of you in the future.

I hope you find
the accommodations suitable.

They're more suitable every day.

The opposite is true for me.

Ah, well, you must let me know
how I might be of service.

Uh, you're gonna pull that
right out of your head.

Have you no ribbon?

I could perhaps
find you some in town.

I have some still.

You have not impoverished us
quite yet.

Red would be fetching.

I'm sorry if I made you mad.

Best to keep to myself.

Ain't nothing against you.

I don't know much,

but I do know
what hurt looks like.

And one thing about hurting is,
it's best not to do it alone.

No.
Oh, here, here.

Don't!

You can't.

Sammy, get back out there, boy.

Work to be done.

"Dearest Alice,

this is the seventh letter
I've written to you

but all remain unsent.

No mail goes out,
nor comes in now.

This distance makes
my heart ache.

Until I came to the peninsula,
I did not know fear,

and war was but an idea.

But now,
it is both fearful and real,

and like nothing you could ever
imagine or should."

Why do you have his things?

He's dead, isn't he?

My tom is dead.

That chicken guts
is right about one thing.

We need to worry
about ourselves now.

Sad when conscience becomes a
luxury we can no longer afford.

Back down where you came from.

Please, sir. My wife and
young'uns are just across town,

waiting for me to come home.

Hurry. Come on.
Move it.

Go on.

This is not our battle.

Getting late, missus.

Dr. foster's probably got
caught up at the hospital.

He'll come, Jenny.

He'll come.

Did you forget or simply choose
a higher priority?

I am sorry, Eliza.

Every time I think I can leave,
something prevents me.

You promised.
We need to plan our travel.

Yes, yes, but there
is something else to discuss.

Dr. summers...
He has asked me to stay on.

And my experiments,
i-i feel optimistic.

I may be discovering things
which could help people.

We all have a purpose.

Maybe mine was to be here,
saving lives.

Pardon me.

I have been patient, Jed.

I have waited, made sacrifices,

all based on our agreement.

You can't betray that now.

Not if this marriage
is truly the partnership

you have promised me.

These are turbulent times,
Eliza.

We need to be open to change.

I am not open to it!
I repudiate it!

Stop that now, miss Phinney.

I found a place for you
in one of the upstairs rooms.

It's reserved for visiting
families of patients,

but it's free.

You've earned
a decent night's rest.

So as your wife,
I am telling you,

you must choose,
what is more important...

This marriage or this war?

If I don't have an answer
by the morning,

I will leave without you.

He's a menace.

She's a tyrant.

He has no sense of humility.

She has eyes that look
right through you, like a shark.

What a pair they are.

If we don't do something,
they will ruin this war for us.

Oh, I'm so happy.

Tom is home.

But, Alice, he's injured.

He's struggling to recover,
so we mustn't expect too much.

When can I see him?
We must make our plans.

What plans?

Wedding plans.

Oh, you mustn't tell.
It's our deep, dark secret.

Before tom went off
to the peninsula,

we swore
our everlasting devotion

and promised to be married.

Married?

Oh, tell me
you're happy for me, sister.

You are, aren't you?

Ah, forgive me, miss Phinney.

The mccutchens have journeyed
all the way from Maine

to see their boy, Teddy.

They've not had a bed
for three days.

Did you get something to eat?

Yes, I did.

I'm sorry.

I failed you.

Sweet dreams,
Mr. Squivers.

Thank you, nurse Mary.